Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

descended the stairs, Berthold

at Henry with a hint of fear in his expression, but he didn’t

his head, assuring gently, “I am your uncle. Your mommy

Melora, Berthold relaxed,

placed the little boy into the child

slid into the car, murmuring, “Could you not

“You’re afraid now?”

out a sneer and closed the car door. He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from doing so out of consideration for the

a long silence, he

the car slowly

worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake. She slipped on her robe and quietly

Henry

froze for a

hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You

Crystal nodded.

staircase again, she opened the door for

Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny boy into the warm

or the day had been too long, for the child drifted

rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was cuddling

finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as

his heart soften at

patted Berthold. “This child takes

her

back, Henry spoke in a tender voice. “You must have figured out who the old

came out more

said softly, “Don’t let the children hear you. We’ll

a fierce glare, but times had

out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room. “I had nothing to do

the tense look on his

Melora. I’ll head to the study for

agreed

faced with the situations at home,

do? After all, I

to the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up

was about to

of emotion washed over

“You should have come back sooner. Your brother

in a

prepare something for us to eat. You take a bath first. Everything you need is in

Melora nodded.

By the time everything was ready,

in her own cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant colors

Crystal noticed.

tremble in

down and began

she was silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking

simply kept

finishing the meal, Melora’s eyes were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and now… I’ve nearly forgotten

could she

two years, she had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying

Alfred had shared good times together. However, they were swept away

He was still the dignified and spirited.

radiance. Moreover,

to vent his

girl

went to see Henry in the

open the heavy door of the study. The room was

The ashtray before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of

closed the door behind her, walked to the

murmured, “You’re smoking too much! Aren’t you

her in

night, as Crystal voluntarily approached

out the cigarette and leaned into her

this shared silence for a long while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the

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